Think Of Me

My name is Dennis Majors. I’m 37 years old. I’m unemployed and don’t have any real friends or family. No one to miss me. That’s why I need you. I’ve been...going somewhere. But also nowhere. I wake up and I’m in my apartment, but it’s not my apartment. None of this makes sense, I know,... Continue Reading →

Do You Know Where The Babies Go?

Do you know where the babies go? When the sun is set and sinking low? Crying all day, quiet at night How many babies are the down hag’s delight? One...two...three… Every little girl in my town knew the down hag’s diddy. We’d chant it while jumping rope, counting off how many times we could jump... Continue Reading →

Drawing Out The Demons

People like happy. They respond to happy. Sad is a different story. One that’s far shorter, with fewer characters and less descriptors. Sad is the thin leaflet you hide between the brighter covers. No one really wants to know it’s there. Not even you. Sad is uncomfortable. And so, I was “happy”. I had my... Continue Reading →

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